C95 Hatred
Zhou Hao's blood dripped into Yang Jiabao's mouth one drop at a time. The unconscious Yang Jiabao felt her lips moist and instinctively thought that it was water, so she stuck out her tongue and licked it.
Zhou Hao slightly tilted her head back and said, "Drink it, drink it. I hope my blood really has the effect of detoxifying the poison. "
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